[b]"Another system, Terra or something like that
My parents named me off of the massive gas planet that was there, Jupiter"[/b]
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"I'm from that same system. Earth, Kansas in the USA." He looks up at the game. "Come on ref, where's the facemask?"
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[i]She smirks, watching the game as well[/i]
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He smiles at the Patriots win the game. "Got their QB on my fantasy team. He's amazing." He grins, calling for another beer.
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[i]"Well, don't trade him for anyone else"[/i] [b]She finishes off her whiskey, and does the same, ordering another[/b]
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He takes a sip from his beer, smiling at it then at her. Dean sets it down, leaning towards her. He speaks quietly. "Hey, you wanna get outta here?" Smirking, he waits for an answer.
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[i]"Um, i don't have a ride"[/i] [b]She looks at him, a faint smile touching her lips[/b]
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"I do." He smiles, taking one more sip of his beer, standing.
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[i]"Well, why not?"[/i] [b]Her slightly slurred speech was enough to tell she was buzzed, as she finishes off her drink and follows him out[/b]
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He pays the bartender and puts his arm around her, leading her towards the door.
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[i]She walks with him out In her mind, although it took her a bit, she knew that this wasn't exactly the best decision, letting a man take her back to his place, while she was slightly drunk This was going to end in one of two ways; sex, or something else she hadn't thought of yet....[/i]
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He opens the door to his American muscle, badass of a car, Impala and motions for to get in.
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[i]She does so, stepping into the car as she grabs the seat belt and buckles it She admires the car, not seeing something like this in years[/i]
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Dean gets into the driver seat on the other side of the car. He start up the car. "Like the car?"
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[b]"Yeah, my dad used to own one"[/b]
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"I got this from my dad too." The radio blares insanely loud with AC/DC's Highway to Hell. He jumps, starting to turn it down.
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[B]She covers her ears, waiting for him to finish[/b] [i]"Loud, really loud..."[/i]
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"Heh, sorry about that." The music is turned low and he pulls out of the parking spot, heading towards a hotel.
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[b]She uncovers her ears, trying to get the ringing noise out[/b]
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The car stops in front of a hotel and Dean steps out. Your hearing returns with the sqweek of the door as it opens and closes.
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[i]She steps out of the car, and follows him inside[/i]
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He leads her to his room, 40. Was it coincidence that this number was biblical numerology for Death? Or was just him getting the luck of the draw? Dean steps in, pulling the door a bit more open for her.
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[i]She if ores the thought, stepping into the room Already, she was thinking of getting a room tomorrow, at least then she would be near someone she somewhat knew[/i]
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He closes the door behind her, starting to take off his jacket. "Well?" He steps towards her.
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[b]She turns to face him[/b] [i]"I don't know, I'll probably get an apartment here"[/i]
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The first thing that catches her eye is a scar on his forearm. It's red and raised to hell. He puts his hands on her hips. "You could just stay with me." He smiles down at her.